so what were you saved from?
sin (human nature)?
hell (a threat devised to keep you in line)
the temptations of the devil?
ask yourself that, and think "could this possibly be just a way to keep me under control?"
there's evidence now to suggest that Jesus himself never existed, and that he was created as a myth by a roman aristocrat. ask me about that sometime.
enough about the content, now the structure of the poem:
i love the repeating pattern you've set up here: "the x that y somethings me".
i would love to see more work like this.